Текст песни Mama Say... - Stogie T

Eh
Stogie T (Now they wanna talk it out)
Ayy, what we talkin' about, huh?

New Maggz blaring in the parked engine, apartment block sketchy
I'm edgy, shorty shoulda been got ready
But she top heavy, fetish override scary
Sous vide pork bellies, you roast a strawberry
We pop cherry, toast merely to the healthy
Forgot I'm married, unsettled remember what mama tell me
It get blurry, wins followed by rains, be wary
Get carried away followin' whims get buried
Celebrities the coal mine canary
They glorify and hail him with the same gold knife
Beheaded him, so Roman senate
Whole lot of venom, off bat
Here's a Gotham emblem, for the authentic, skin is raw denim
You need a alternate ending, the bad guy winnin'
It's sci-fi written, you dumb dumbs tweetin'
Your highlight fictions
My actual life like island living
Wife might pick a visit from some flick she diggin', now dig it
She sight seeing, my sight precision, gun wieldin'
My guys might kill him, I'm conflicted by religion
I'm no tough guy but tough guys love a nigga
They might untuck and pop for a box of liquor
They rambunctious, knock the pompous unconscious
Call a caucus with the bosses, even thugs ain't lawless
Mama think I lost it, I'm trying to protect her honour
She see the gun holster, and know shit is rubbin' off us

Mama say "Knock 'ém out"
We don't entertain thoughts of doubt
When the dogs come out, now they wanna talk it out
Don't know what we got to talk about (Oh now you wanna talk huh?)

Mama say "Knock 'ém out"
We don't entertain thoughts of doubt
When the dogs come out, now they wanna talk it out (Ah)
Don't know what we got to talk about (Y'all too comforbatle around T)

Mama say "Let 'ém hate"
Was ready to put a dental plate, on freckle face
And heard the Lord say "Retain your grace"
And my law retainer straight, courtesy of bae
It's Kurt Cobain teen spirit on niggas, in the early thirties
It's childish my Gambino's Italian
Had a meeting in private
Sent the Vino, get it legal through customs
We ain't like blood brothers, but they send mama flowers
Say the only useful rappers, use condoms
At this point the wins are automated
Niggas discombobulated, switchin' waves for the latest audience rating
I can't hate, you selling dates when I sell grapes
Too many bad apples, my family tree cellmates
You fruit cakes are well made, it's everything there but taste
My tools are the fail safe, King and Rook endgame
I made lanes, you took space
Tell 'ém rookies "Checkmate"
You changed lanes for a new game, aaah well played

Mama say "Knock 'ém out" (Uh)
We don't entertain thoughts of doubt
When the dogs come out, now they wanna talk it out (Oh)
Don't know what we got to talk about (Oh y'all wanna talk now huh?)

Mama say "Knock 'ém out" (Run to the blogs, baby)
We don't entertain thoughts of doubt
When the dogs come out,
Now they wanna talk it out (Podcast warriors ha, clout chasers)
Don't know what we got to talk
About (Clout chasin' get you bruised up)

Mama say "Knock 'ém out" (Uh)
We don't entertain thoughts of doubt (I'm no tough guy, baby)
When the dogs come out,
Now they wanna talk it out (The streets gon' resolve it)
Don't know what we got to talk about (It's out my hands now)

Mama say "Knock 'ém out" (Mama say)
We don't entertain thoughts of doubt (Keep your hands clean, baby)
When the dogs come out,
Now they wanna talk it out (My name only on the cheque)
Don't know what we got to talk about (Stogie)

.I don't know, he just too friendly, you know?
Everybody just too motherfuckin' friendly

Credits
Written By
Stogie T
Label
Def Jam Recordings Africa & Universal Music (Pty) Ltd South Africa
Release Date
October 8, 2021